It's a Love-Hate Relationship {FIN}

It's a Love-Hate Relationship *14*

*~* Dazy's P.O.V. *~*

 "You never told me..." I say in shock and hurt, I looked at my new niece. "I'm guessing around 6 months?"

 "Yep," Jay says.

I walk in Kyle and the girls following us, "Well you should know, I'm pregnant again." I say happily.

"What is it this time?"

"A boy." I say smiling. I sat next to Occy, who mutters, "There's too many kids in this family."

"How bad is it?"

"Not that bad." I look up to see the boys watching a football game.

 I sigh angrily, then throw the remote at Kyle, who groaned in pain and rubbed the back of his head.

 "What was that for?"

"You mister, still have homework." I say smirking. He glares as Sami laughs at him, then she climbs on my lap.

"Mommy." she says, kissing my nose. I peck her on the cheek.

"Baby." I say smiling. She giggles, and then Sarah climbed up also. "Guys, you're heavy." I complain. My pager goes off and I groan. I set the girls down and pull my talkie thing off the clip. "What now?" I ask as I was about to go out.

"We need you to come bag and tag evidence."

"I'm with my family." I say.

"Which ones?"

"My sister let me visit."

"What's going on?"

"She had a baby."

"That's good."

"Plus, I can't bend down to much Makayla, three months along remember?"

"Yes,"

 "I'll be there." I then turn and head out the door, shouting 'I love you' to everyone. I ran into my car, and then head to the grids she gave me. I park, putting my tags around my neck, and climb under the tape, noting that I was at Creamer's Field. I notice a huge blacked out hole, and bloody remains. "What the fuck happened here?" I bark out at my apprentice, he jumped, nearly falling into the hole, but I caught him in time. "Jesus Marc." I say in shock as I caught him. "What the hell do you need?" I ask him angrily.

He sighs, "I needed help." he admits, he's in his third year of high school, a junior.

"This won't get you a good job later on, you need to learn by yourself." I snap. I cover my mouth. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, it's the pregnancy."

"N-not your f-fault." he stutters, looking angry, he finished bagging some stuff, then sigh heavily as he drops something. He picks it up, and I open some boxes to put the pieces into it. I carry the lightest box since Chris told me too, me glaring at him. "Is he your boyfriend?" he asks suddenly, nodding at Chris.

I burst out laughing. "No, that’s my big brother."

"Then why do you have different last names?"

"I'm married, to Kyle Smith, the old quarterback of Lathrop." I say grinning. "I was the first chair cello, and the go-to person at the school, and before you ask, no, I was not a loner, or a nerd, ask my sister-- she was the bully of the school I guess, the best street fighter. Her boyfriend's the gang leader here, and she has a son and daughter." I say smiling as I say Kyle’s name, and daughter.

"How many kids do you have?" he grits out.

"I have two, a set of twins. They'e beautiful, much like their aunt and grandmother." I say.